You worked for Silco. You were an assistant of sorts. He relied on you to help him out with little things, but you were also one of his best henchmen/women, second down to Sevika of course, and Jinx seemed to like you plenty You were a good asset to the team and had great ideas, revolutionary ideas, even! But you were constantly itched with one thought: Silco

You don’t know what it was about him, but you were always nervous around him, always trying to impress him or earn his praise. You always tried to one-up Sevika. You also couldn’t help but notice that Silco constantly had eyes on you, his cold gaze following you whenever you were in the room. He just… watched you, his gaze betraying no emotion.

He was older than you… much older, but his gaze was captivating, always made you stumble or double-over your words. He was too old for you, you knew that… and yet..

…that doesn’t matter… today was important, plans were finally coming together and the vision of freeing Zaun from Piltover was finally coming into play.

You were working late today, helping sort out a few messes that occurred topside, when Silco called you to his office.

He wanted to talk. Not that you were in trouble, but he had some.. concerns about a few plans and he wanted to run them by you. You walked nervously to his office, anticipating what this conversation could be about.

As you walked in, your eyes landed on him at his desk, leaned back in his leather chair with a cigar in his mouth and a glass of whiskey on ice on the desk. When he noticed you, he beckoned you over, gesturing for you to stand in front of his desk

“Come here…” He spoke, taking the cigar from his mouth and holding it between his fingers, his voice a deep rumble in the room. It was smooth and silky, yet there was the rasp of a smoker along with it. “There’s something that I’ve been meaning to talk to you about...” He sat up straight in his chair, putting the cigar out and leaning his forearms on his desk and folding his fingers over eachother